Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

so, Steven, covered up in his pajamas, lay stiffly next to Amelia. Neither crossed the line to each other's side

his senses overwhelmed by her warmth and the rhythm of her breathing. Steven swallowed

fire stirred

himself on being a restrained gentleman, it was pure torture to lay next to the love of his life all

wave of scent tickled his

leaned in,

heart, Steven closed his eyes so as not to

at me." Amelia's lip clung to his ear, and he felt the

sweat in his

"Take me, Steve."

he cast all

an overpowering spy voice held a thick her. His

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